I, 'mong them, feel rise that fear-wave
Life's, overwhelms
The world's own illusion
Forms out upon;
Who then sets a course, for relief
From its uproar
If but one's home's port away.
That sea-walled bay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No stoppage, most sail on the time of life! ~
Exactly! Our general anxieties..